I've learned a lot about love, and almost all my lessons came from
the same person, Vegeta. He and I have known each other since we were five.
I remember that day clearly. We were both proud and stubborn when we met. Freiza coolly introduced me after supper to the King, Queen, Prince, and Princess. He told them that I, a small Saiyan girl, was his heir. That's where all the trouble began.
"A girl?!" the Prince sneered. "That brat's never going to amount to anything!"
"Just wait, runt," I retorted quickly, slapping him across the face, "you'll bow to me someday!" I was about to attack him full force, but then Freiza's whip, tipped with steel, came down onto my back and began to strike me over and over. It was almost unbearable.
"Freiza! Stop it! You have no right to beat her like that!" I heard the Queen shout. After muttering that he'd teach her where her place was, Freiza began to heavily whip the Queen, Tatianna. The King merely watched, not caring about his wife.
"Father," the Prince said after a moment, "make him stop it." Freiza did stop after one more blow as the King snorted, striking Tatianna back down to the ground as she tired to stand.
I remember hating both Freiza and the King right then, and I pitied the small girl that the Prince was hugging. She looked so much like her mother and so afraid. Yuka was her name, and she would become my best friend later. She was another who would teach me about love, but a different kind of love. Vegeta, the Prince, and I would fight on and off for five years.
About five years later, Vegeta and I would go from enemies to friends, though the process had slowly begun long ago. I remember doing something to piss Freiza off, and he whipped me. I shut my eyes, trying not to scream, but the pain was too much. After I let out a single, rather short, scream, the blows stopped. Someone was fighting Freiza… to help me. After Freiza left, my rescuer knelt by me, putting a hand on my aching back and neck. I raised my head and looked at my savior. It was Vegeta, my Vegeta. My Vegeta, God, I'd have loved to have been able to call him that.
"My God, Supreme, are you allright? That bastard," Vegeta muttered as he hugged me to his chest and ran a hand through my hair. He then picked me up slowly, knowing I couldn't stand. Vegeta then carried me gently to my room and laid me on my bed. I fell asleep and thought I felt him kiss my forehead. Then, the darkness overtook me. Over the next five years, Vegeta and I would grow to be good friends. I also became friends with Yuka.
Yuka was an amazing girl. She was tall for her age and so sweet. You'd never think she was Saiyan. She looked exactly like her mother with her long blonde hair that caressed her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes shone with life. However, that fire would go out for a long time three years after Vegeta had rescued me.
The events of the day are unimportant, and, I confess, I know little of the night. I was awoken by the sense of death, and I hurried to the Queen's chambers. When I arrived, I found the twelve-year-old Yuka in her brother's arms, in hysterics. Someone, who I later learned was the King, had stabbed Tatianna through the heart with a knife. That same dagger fell into Yuka's hands during the course of time and it would, much later, play an important role in a suicide.
"Why?" Yuka whimpered as she cried into her brother's chest.
"I don't know, Yukes," Vegeta whispered as he rubbed her back to calm her down. As I watched this scene, and saw Yuka's tears cease, I became aware that I was crying too. Yuka left the room silently, and Vegeta walked towards me. Before I could avoid it, he put an arm around me and held me, cradling my head to his chest with one hand.
I remember that day clearly. We were both proud and stubborn when we met. Freiza coolly introduced me after supper to the King, Queen, Prince, and Princess. He told them that I, a small Saiyan girl, was his heir. That's where all the trouble began.
"A girl?!" the Prince sneered. "That brat's never going to amount to anything!"
"Just wait, runt," I retorted quickly, slapping him across the face, "you'll bow to me someday!" I was about to attack him full force, but then Freiza's whip, tipped with steel, came down onto my back and began to strike me over and over. It was almost unbearable.
"Freiza! Stop it! You have no right to beat her like that!" I heard the Queen shout. After muttering that he'd teach her where her place was, Freiza began to heavily whip the Queen, Tatianna. The King merely watched, not caring about his wife.
"Father," the Prince said after a moment, "make him stop it." Freiza did stop after one more blow as the King snorted, striking Tatianna back down to the ground as she tired to stand.
I remember hating both Freiza and the King right then, and I pitied the small girl that the Prince was hugging. She looked so much like her mother and so afraid. Yuka was her name, and she would become my best friend later. She was another who would teach me about love, but a different kind of love. Vegeta, the Prince, and I would fight on and off for five years.
About five years later, Vegeta and I would go from enemies to friends, though the process had slowly begun long ago. I remember doing something to piss Freiza off, and he whipped me. I shut my eyes, trying not to scream, but the pain was too much. After I let out a single, rather short, scream, the blows stopped. Someone was fighting Freiza… to help me. After Freiza left, my rescuer knelt by me, putting a hand on my aching back and neck. I raised my head and looked at my savior. It was Vegeta, my Vegeta. My Vegeta, God, I'd have loved to have been able to call him that.
"My God, Supreme, are you allright? That bastard," Vegeta muttered as he hugged me to his chest and ran a hand through my hair. He then picked me up slowly, knowing I couldn't stand. Vegeta then carried me gently to my room and laid me on my bed. I fell asleep and thought I felt him kiss my forehead. Then, the darkness overtook me. Over the next five years, Vegeta and I would grow to be good friends. I also became friends with Yuka.
Yuka was an amazing girl. She was tall for her age and so sweet. You'd never think she was Saiyan. She looked exactly like her mother with her long blonde hair that caressed her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes shone with life. However, that fire would go out for a long time three years after Vegeta had rescued me.
The events of the day are unimportant, and, I confess, I know little of the night. I was awoken by the sense of death, and I hurried to the Queen's chambers. When I arrived, I found the twelve-year-old Yuka in her brother's arms, in hysterics. Someone, who I later learned was the King, had stabbed Tatianna through the heart with a knife. That same dagger fell into Yuka's hands during the course of time and it would, much later, play an important role in a suicide.
"Why?" Yuka whimpered as she cried into her brother's chest.
"I don't know, Yukes," Vegeta whispered as he rubbed her back to calm her down. As I watched this scene, and saw Yuka's tears cease, I became aware that I was crying too. Yuka left the room silently, and Vegeta walked towards me. Before I could avoid it, he put an arm around me and held me, cradling my head to his chest with one hand.